Heart leaned over his work. He had been working on it for days and now that he was close to finishing it; he felt almost euphoric and scared to finish it, close the file and put it away on his desk.
Heart felt a presence hover over his desk and was almost too scared to look. Kit could become a nightmare if he was late with some of his work. Heart gulped and wished his pulse would slow down, but he was late. Exactly the thing Kit hated the most, granted Kit was a softy and had been especially kind to him, but still he had seen almost a glint of the demon in Saint echoing inside Kit. The blueprints for the buildings were actually supposed to have been given back to Saint or Kit by Monday and it was Thursday so he didn’t blame them for being upset. But also Saint had dragged him on a vacation, then given him no way to work and ditched him there.
Really, in the scheme of things could he actually be faulted for the delay? Probably not, because if they bugged him, he could just protest that he is still in school part time, and that they stole his weekend for work so now he was stretched thin. Which wouldn’t exactly be a lie.
And when he got back, he had so much schoolwork to do he hadn’t been able to finish; he had actually meant to tell Kit, and Saint. But every time he walked into the room and they looked up into his eyes. He just froze, unable to say anything since they both had put such huge expectations on him, then allowed him to go party and vacation for a weekend. How could he reward that kindness by not doing what they had expected him to do?
The shadow didn’t move one bit and Heart sat there sweating, worrying about whether he should look up and immediately grovel for forgiveness or pretend as if he hadn’t been aware of the date he was supposed to drop off his work.
He knew he should focus on the work, but the more he was trying to focus on it the more it was drifting off to worry about the ominous shadow and soft breathing that was ruffling his hair softly.
Heart sucked in his bottom lip and tried glancing at the person hovering in front of him without actually lifting his head.
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He had been running a short fuze ever since Tuesday when Saint had stopped by
“You want ME to teach you?” A dark husky voice said dangerously.
Heart’s head snapped up in shock.
‘That’s not Kit!’ His brain scrambled in a sudden panic. He hadn’t actually seen Saint since that night with the flowers… The night he had the… Dream,’
Part of that was the fact that anytime he saw Saint and wasn’t prepared he ran like a crazy person, but the other half was Saint had apparently been extremely busy, and despite the many times he had stopped at Saint’s door on his own. When he actually had the courage to face him, the reality was as soon as he raised his hand to knock all that bravado slipped away and not once in the almost week had he ever gotten the courage up to knock and go in.
Mainly because he couldn’t figure out anything to say, all he knew was that he was dying to see him again and he couldn’t exactly say,
‘Hey, funny story but I dreamt of you half naked and glistening with water the other night and now I realize I like you more than I care to admit. Do you want to go grab something to eat? I was thinking of Panang Curry.’ Something told him that if he did that Saint would end up doing more than his brain could even process at this moment.
Saint’s face lit up with a bemused, fiendish smile.
“You want to learn from me… I’m flattered.” He said and stepped forward, grinning at Heart devilishly.
“I dunno if I have the time.” He stepped forward again, leaning against the desk. Heart leaned as far back in his chair as it would go and the chair protested, making sounds as if it were going to fall apart any second.
“I could make the time”
“I mean you did ask so nicely.”
He half wished someone was here to save him and the other half of him cried out that this is what it had been craving all week. Heart had been working late and normally outside of Saints general atmosphere, Kit was the only other one who was always here so he knew just how empty the building was, from experience.
Normally he still went home long before Kit and Saint did so he didn’t see them, then either and secretly he had been wanting a reason to bump into him, to do anything with Saint. Any sort of interaction at all, he swore it felt like a craving. Like when you know ice cream will make you gain some weight, but you can’t help but enjoy it anyway in the heat of the summer days.
At some point Saint had become Heart’s ice cream.
Unintentionally,
Exceptionally… bad for him.
Yet, something that he couldn’t curb or cut out altogether. Even if he had the willpower to, which he really didn’t.
